Bemusion

Friend waiting there by your window
See us by the light of our moon
We take, far before we're ecstatic
Long before being improved, away

Stains from the blood on a pillow
Entice us with the tears of our youth
Revolutionary discretion
Evolutionary disgrace

All I really want is to be there every time
And to see high above the trees

Good. Oh how really good was it
Was our Armstrong in a band he'd regret
Make us automatically question
Enigmatically right or wrong

Are we wrong to feel this way
And ignore such a sweetness play
With audience of one
High above the world. Fly



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Callander
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